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Sep 2023
Dark blue sky,
Not the swallowing dark,
Beautiful bright yet deep kinda blue,
The one I always used to paint as a kid,
Comforting silence with Chirping birds,
Stars were still there,
Shiny and sparkling,
Cool breezes, empty roads,
Alone and enjoyable,
That is I realised what "Solitude" is.
My kinda drugs.
Bvaishnavi
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Bvaishnavi  20/F/India
(20/F/India)   
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